Gemotions

Clara slammed the front door shut, the sound echoing unnaturally in the silent house. She shoved her hands into her pockets, already clenching her fists. It had been her grandmother’s house, and now it was hers and Daniel’s. Daniel, with his unending optimism and his endless need to *talk*. She could feel a headache forming behind her eyes. He was already upstairs, probably admiring the view from the master bedroom window, oblivious to the fact that she was currently doing all the heavy lifting.

"Daniel!" she called, her voice sharper than she intended. "Could you maybe come down here and *do something* besides gawk at the scenery?"

A cheerful "Coming!" drifted down from above. Clara felt a muscle twitch in her jaw.